Dan stepped to fetch his backpack, noticing that it’s bottom had been completely saturated with Patrick’s precum as it had covered much of
the surrounding floor. That damn pup! From the backpack he pulled out the chronovac, fortunately only the side was a little moist.
Dan booted up the laptop, and selected a few little tweaks. He looked at the changes on the photorealistic model of Patrick before selecting the
submit option. This was going to be fun. Rarely before did he feel so powerful. Dan stood back as he massaged his big balls as he watched the
transformation Patrick was undergoing.
Patrick was feeling uncomfortable, as the cells in his body rapidly multiplied. The last time he had felt like this he was in the restaurant on his
first date with Dan after the competition. He felt himself feel very hot, almost like he was burning in his own skin. Patrick felt dizzy.
Patrick was stretching, all of his limbs were elongating, the ground was falling further and further away from him. For a moment Patrick
thought this was a delusion, but it wasn’t he was growing! From his already modest nine feet Patrick elongated, ten feet tall.... ten and a half...
As his bones cracked, morphed and contorted to their new shapes. Patrick’s muscles grew larger, harder, denser. Patrick was inflating like a
balloon. He could no longer maintain the kneeling stance he had, his thighs were getting too wide and thick that they pushed his legs further
and further apart, the same was true of his biceps, becoming so engorged that his range of motion was significantly limited. They must have
been at least 50 inches in diameter, each with firm well defined mounds.
11 feet.
Any apprehension Patrick had with his transformation was being overwritten with new data. Patrick felt a supreme calm as his brain rewired
itself, taking the form of his Master’s perfect pup. Patrick would have no other thoughts other than that of his Master. Patrick didn’t have a
history - all he has is an eternal present. His entire sense of himself is based on what he could give his Master. Without his Master he was
nothing, a single second without him would make him hurt dearly. He needed his Master to survive. It was a deeper and more profound love
and admiration pup had ever known. He was his Master’s pup - that is all he is, all he would ever be, all he would ever want to be, all he would
need to be. He trusted his Master to the end of the earth.
11 and a half feet.
Patrick’s hair was transforming going from what it was to a much brigher shade of red. This is with the exception of his eyebrows and
eyelashes which remained the most beautiful shade of platinum blonde. That is something that Master would never ever change, well with the
exception of the density. Patrick’s beard grew up to almost under his eyes and connected lightly to his eyebrows, on his torso the red forest of
hair thickened, the hair continuing its march unrelentlessly across his bullish traps, shoulders, each ridge visible with muscle. It continued
down his back and finally covering the two massive mounds of his rump, giving his pup a glossy red fur coating. His beard continued to grow
longer and longer, covering his torso with the thickest and most beautiful beard Dan had ever seen.
11 and three quarter feet.
The pigmentation of Patrick’s skin changed as his brand morphed. Originally a single shield motif, the brand became the centrepiece of an
elaborate tattoo which wrapped its around his belly, up his back, across his shoulders and chest and down his arms and legs. The artwork only
served to make Patrick look even bigger and compliment his already gargantuan proportions.
12 feet.
His height seemed to plateau. Dan’s fuzzy belly inflated even further, so large that even if he wanted to Patrick himself couldn’t wrap his arms
around it, it was firm and it was perfectly round. Dan wasn’t done with his pup yet, he still had his coup de gras.
Patrick shuddered as his cock continued to lengthen itself along the floor, it wasn’t getting hard, quite the opposite, it was getting softer as his
body couldn’t keep up with the amount of blood that it needed. Pup felt a great deal of pleasure as his cock slicked itself along the floor,
lubricated by his own precum. It stayed the same girth, the width of a telephone. He felt as it brushed past the equipment of the gym- it was
hypersensitive. Patrick couldn’t tell but it must have been going on about 18 feet long, adorned with the biggest and heaviest prince albert in
existance. It would be completely useless to use, even in this world, but of course that was exactly what his Master had in mind. Patrick
thought that Angus had big balls, Patrick was going to find that he was going to put his little brother to shame.
His balls continued to inflate, growing fuller and fuller with cum, his ballsack stretching itself further and further away from his body. Each
testicle could have easily weighed as much as 300 pounds, and resembled boulders connected to his body.
Patrick’s last transformation was in sexual drive. Dan turned it up to it’s absolute maximum. Patrick will always want his Master’s cock, always
be begging for it, and will only be satisfied when he has the privilege of having his Master’s precious cum inside him. He would always be blue
balled, always be churning cum. Patrick whimpered, his elongated vocal cords made his tone a deep bellowing bass.
Patrick’s transformation was complete... for now. Dan looked at his new and improved pup with awe. He had known he had been massaging his
balls at the beginning, but he saw now that he had let out a full load and was still rigidly hard.
He called for his gargantuan bull pup, it took a lot of getting used to for him to reajust his to another position. His balls and cock dragging
behind him by 18 feet. Even on his all fours he came up to chest height on Dan. His eyes, big and surrounded by the most beautiful blonde
eyelashes looked at his Master’s hand, completely covered in his own cum.
As an act of grace, Dan offered his hand to his pup, gently and lovingly his pup came closer and licked up every last morsel of his Masters
special seed. Inadvertently he got some of it in his beard, but Dan just thought that was cute. Patrick whimpered gently in gratitude to his
Master, a few tears rolling down his face. At times his pup would be an insufferably horny beast, at other times he was a completely placid and
loving animal. Patrick tried to get himself deeper to kiss Dan’s feet, but his stomach was too large to allow him to get down that low. Patrick
felt very disappointed in himself, he could no longer do one of the things that brought him so much joy in the past. Patrick did as best he could
and kept his head down kissing his Master’s thighs.
“Patrick. You have a very special purpose now. Now you are my breeding pup, you’ve been especially changed to my perfect ideal of a man and
submissive. Your job is to stay at home, that is where it’s safe and where you belong. Everything else is frightening to you. As my breeding pup
you will take my cock whenever I feel like it. There is an order of things. I, as your Master come first, then my cock comes second, then your
brothers. Do you understand? ”
Dan’s special breeding pup nodded, and whimpered. From now on Patrick could only muster the most basic of concepts and words. They had
been scrubbed from his mind. Patrick wished he could tell his Master how much these new changes meant to him, how much he wanted to
bring his Master pleasure, to tell his Master how much he loved him, but try as he might, all that could come out was a series of grunts,
whimpers and tones. He would have to demonstrate with his deeds and actions, not his words. All that mattered now was actions, words were
irrelevant. He was already stuttering and struggling in conversations anyway, this just felt more natural to him.
Dan lifted his pup’s face and looked deep into his Breeding Pup’s big eyes and saw the expression in his eyes, a few tears streaking down his
now even fuzzier face, his eyes said more to his Master than Patrick’s words ever could.
Patrick saw the sight of his Master’s cock, still standing rigidly hard. A primal urge took over, he needed it like nothing else. He let out a yelp,
wanting so badly just to lick up the precum that was still leaking from his Master’s tip. Just a taste. That’s all he wanted.
“You want this don’t you? Well... what sort of Master would I be to deny you of the thing you need the most”